Last night my kisses were banked in black hair
And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black
And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair
And her black hair framed a happy heart shaped faceAnd heavy hooded eyes inside her black hair
Shined at me from the depths of her hair of deepest black
While my fingers pushed into her straight black hair
Pulling her black hair back from her happy heart shaped faceTo kiss her milk white throat, a dark curtain of black hair
Smothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hair
The smell of it is heavy, it is charged with life
On my fingers the smell of her deep black hairFull of all my whispered words, her black hair
And wet with tears and goodbyes, her hair of deepest black
All my tears cried against her milk white throat
Hidden behind the curtain of her beautiful, beautiful black hairAs deep as ink and black, black as the deepest sea
The smell of her black hair upon my pillow
Where her head and all its black hair did restToday she took a train to the west
Today she took a train to the west
Today she took a train to the west
Today she took a train to the west